Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Taiwan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Danielle Patucci to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Germs. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.